Whizzing on the Wirral

We journeyed up to the Paradise Peninsula (aka the Wirral) the weekend before I reached the ripe old pensionable age of 33. Our time in the North West veered between cooing at babies and binging so heavily that we were still supping on a 40 quid bottle of white wine come 8am on Sunday morning. Oh yes. Age may be coming for us but that doesn't mean you go home rather than going hard. You just pay for it for days afterwards. Days and days. But the best bits of our jaunt were numerous; frolicks with a baby, digging into a Wetherspoons platter with absolutely no nutritional value and attending a charity gig which turned into an unexpected total all nighter. I spent the last day as a 32 year old rushing and drink M&S lager. How gourmet...

tomato on the tracks

a meal with 3,000 calories in it

How civilised

Sausage face

Small fries

Bit David Lynch

The blue grass  outfit

More dancing to bluegrass

Impromptu cheese binge in Marks

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Oooh hun - Christmas is a magical, frosty, liver killing time of year. You're constantly encouraged to drink at every opportunity and if you don't have five courses of whatever it is you're eating, then it's frowned on and you're a fucking little prude.

November is a time best spent battening down the hatches and ensuring all your trousers are elasticated of waist so they can take the extra pressure in December.

2013's Christmas time was no exception to previous years in the binge drinking/eating stakes. We were out far more than we were in. But it really is a pleasure to go through the final working weeks in the run up to the big day taking long lunches and constantly being either pissed, on the way to being pissed or getting over being really pissed. At times it was painful. Very painful. It was great to reach Christmas in one piece in order to have some proper shut eye and a slight respite before it all kicked off again in time for new year. Ouchy wouchy...

Booze. Wrapped up.

Terrible scratching skills

There's a frog in my gateau

Meal of the year innit

Fam repping

Glugging

 

Note making

Letting one off

The fence isn't on fire. That's a Christmas firework!

Ganja socks

Christmas tree

Diana

Fam rolling out the balls

Pon ze beach

 

Pebbles

It's a Wirral ting

 

The Paradise Peninsula does exactly what it says on the tin - paradise indeed. I've never seen as many leaves and salubrious vibes as I did when we went up for a weekend pon de 'Squirrel'. I even held a 'clucking' hen. Oh yes - went to the theatre to check some am dram, had a fry up with hen eggs, went to a village fete, had a roast - perhaps the most civilised weekend in living memory... perhaps...

 

Best fry up EVA

Paradise

Hen holding